B.G. - High Beamin' lyrics

[Verse 1: B.G.] n***as be hatin Cause BG got it Every top of the line car they got Look I ride it From the Hummer to the Rover To the drop jag B and C lex truck Nothin' my click ain't had Everybody head was f**ed When they heard bout the deal Cash Money hotboys signed for 30-mill Already was straight now we livin larger Already was ballin, but now we ballin harder Picture: b**hes can't take me Cause my wrist stay flossed out n***as hate me cause all day I'm flossed out Ghetto made me My dog, Baby, saved me n***as find out they ho got f**ed, they Implicate me That's how it go It ain't my fault I got mega cheese Walk that walk Talk that talk I'm BG Paperchaser to the fullest get my grind on Gotta do it cause I made that song Get Yo' Shine On (Chorus)3x Me and my click be sizzlin hot steamin Bouncin' through diamonds high beamin' [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Wha I'mma flosser baby, baller baby A fifteen year old shot caller baby And I'm racin' through In the all black chromed out Mercedes Coupe Got yo' wife at my house And she naked too And all my n***as all around her Sayin 'Shake it Boo, go ahead do what you do' It's Weezy darlin' and off the heezy darlin' And I'm surrounded by the ice It got me freezin' darlin' And it's plain and simple Won't change cause it's natural Lil' Wayne a pimp y'all Got the game from Beatris I'm tryin' to see six numbers Pull up at the Grammy awards in six Hummers Leave the Grammy awards with six womens And make her stop at the gas station for six rubbers Put it together This is the life when you get full of the cheddar Don't try to end it or you wouldn't get better, what (Chorus)4x [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] La, la, la, la Here I come star rapper I get the fast money Short, cute hot boy that rapper Cash Money Standin out the roof of my car And flash hundreds Take your girl to the mall Spend a G like that's nothin' She lay on the floor Open up the spot Take off her drawers, and "let me see the co*k" "Don't stop" Lil Weezy, Weezy ain't nothin' nice Baguettes in my Jesus Christ, nothin' but ice When they see me at night Behind tints I stay high Snatch yo' wife Run up in her with the K-Y But it's on man Ever since I was born Wayne n***a get out of line I get dirty like John Wayne I'm bout stuntin', flossin' Whatever come wit it And I don't shoot guns Unless they have a drum wit it At first they wasn't wit it Thought that I was jokin Now I got 'em all payin attention like they owe it (Whaa?) (Chorus) *B.G. Talking till fade*